My calculations are correctWen this baby hits eight miles for hourWe gonna see some serious shit!

I tell my niggers anything is possibleand possible is nothingI mean look at the dough we’re gettingI mean, look at these hoes we’re fuckingI know that she can get betterWorking hard, trying to put myself together.And tell the world that I’m ready for whatever..hit the jackpot I got my hand on the levelGoing down, gotta let that bitch boom.Feeling good, put that shit, gotta sick youAnd nigger on track, I should probably get a…You don’t think I’m … skip youAnd you ain’t got it like me, cause your bitch do..that’s a bitch move.That’s another think a real nigger…

I’m just hoping that all ends wellThis… my friends tellThis train… that we’re in hereGot me feeling unstoppable like..…make a killing, get more bucksMore gold, more hoes, got more trust… pretty chick, watching me…Many of these white girls love chillLike these fake niggers love real…at the same time, they say that they ain’t fucking with it,Then they’re tripping..Shit, I could be out of my mindBut it’s looking real smoothThese nigger paper pussy, I just try to pay duesI don’t ever make excuses, homies I just make moves, yeah